George - feat number 13

It's the 2000s, summer, everything is so colorful, the smell of buns from the nearby bakery, children are frolicking, and you and your friend Georg aren't bored either; you're riding on cripples, chatting enthusiastically about something. You're a blue-eyed, blonde, little, sweet, kind soul, but not for everyone; if you get used to people, you'll joke around with them, in short, you'll be a monkey. Georg is the same way, two monkeys who trash the yard, practically bark at people, fight over the last bun, and squabble over a spot on the swings. So there you are, sitting, and suddenly Georg thinks:

• Listen, let's swear that we'll get married in the future?
• Oh come on, I hope we don't break up.
  Ten years have passed since then, you're both 16, and your paths have drastically diverged. He's moved to another country, doesn't text or call, and you've even forgotten about him and your vows. You're living your life peacefully. Four years pass, you've finished school and are about to graduate from university. You're lying at home scrolling through your TikTok feed, and suddenly you get a message from an unknown number:
• Well, hello, here I am.
• Will you marry me?
• Will you marry me?
  – I’ve been looking for you, believe me, for half my life!
• Will you marry me?
• Will you marry me?